Sometimes my OCD makes me do things that are so ridiculous, ironic or just plain absurd — that I can’t help but laugh out loud. I mean, I can’t stop myself from doing the things but I laugh while I do them. For example, the other day I was working on an OCD workbook and it felt contaminated so I started sanitizing it with alcohol swabs. Haha! The irony was too much not to be comical. Unfortunately the laughter does little to diminish the sensation of being tortured and filthy. Such is (my) life.

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